Thoughts are rising like the tide coming in
Trying to process everything that has been
Brain is being scattered at light speed
Too much is way more than I could need
Pushed to the brink, against the wall
I need to turn it all off in my head
To breathe and to focus before I fall
Abandon the stones I have been fed
The room is spinning as I hold on tight
Its time for me to sink or swim
Balance the scales and make things right
Fixing the flood of the mind
One by one I will put things in place
Return the smile back to my face
Unclutter the mind, unburden my soul
Left in the river will be these stones
Let the waves not overwhelm but bring serenity
Blow away the illusioned haunting demons
May all these ghosts go back into their graves
That I have made out of the nothing they are
Let the sun shine not burn my being to dust
Revitalize the clarity of my whole being
Until these eyes can again see all that is here
And dry out this mind from the drowning flood
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem